[Lucky, lucky. She sits back, watching the surroundings as they pull in closer to the shore, realizing that none of this looks familiar at all. Definitely not the shores near England, not even anywhere in Europe. Maybe there was something to this other world theory, even if the people here were lying about her being here before. They had to be. None of it even looked remotely familiar. She looks back to Marco.]
So, is this village you all reside in a seaside affair or must we walk?
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So, is this village you all reside in a seaside affair or must we walk?